Why do you sit there in such a manner of woe is me?

When you've contributed nothing towards being the change you wish to see.

Families travelling the seven seas to tentatively taste what it means to be free.

Idiocy and tyranny taking over society, whilst inane cattle follow false promises, shouting, 'This is the only way, I'm different, follow me.'

Every nook and cranny filled with flashes of humanity, too far in-between hopelessness and negativity.

Dire futures with no desires to exceed, only succumbing to immediate wealth and greed.

Values discarded and not what we want to see, bound by endless desires of one question: 'What's in it for me?'

Humanity falls to the loud cry of wealth, but at what cost? When history looks back on a brief passing time, will they think, 'Look at what you lost down the line.'

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Walk between the trees with me,
Where feelings come to grow;
Where saplings, sat entrenched in soil,
Hold secrets that I know.

There’s something in the darkness here;
At dusk, things start to change.
The dreamy evening glow that fills the sky,
It starts to fade.

I..

I won’t go into detail,
Just hold onto me till dawn.
It’s easier with someone there
To keep you holding on.

See..

I’ve walked this way before,
Alone. I barely made it through.
The memories I have of then
Remind me now of you.

Feel..

The seeds so strewn across
The muddy floor, and in the ground;
Indifferent to the history of the place
In which they’re found.

Hear..

The birds, who sing a symphony
And swim around the sky;
Unburdened by the hurt below
That flickers in our eyes.

Know..

That even though it’s tough out here,
Still, life will find a way..
To lift itself up off the floor,
And live another day.

And..

I’ll stand beside you always,
Like the men before could never..
And I know this place is scary
But I’m here to stay, forever.

Love..

You’ll find it all around you;
Even here, it fills the air.
I know it’s hard to see at times;
Believe me though, it’s there.

You..

Are stronger than you realise.
You’re bravest at your worst;
At best, you’re like the soil from which
The seeds can get to work.

So..

Between the trees, we’ll share the night.
We’re surely gonna fight.
The darkness though, eventually,
Will turn itself to light.

Much..

Is taken from your heart each day,
I understand the pain.
A tree will never grow, though,
If it’s hiding from the rain.

I love you more than anyone
I’ve ever loved before,
This struggle paves the way for me
To love you even more.

Read between the stanzas
I have made it pretty clear;
And if you fall, I hope you know,
Your safety net is here.

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I wrote this for my (then relatively new) girlfriend when we were going through some stuff a year or so ago. She was struggling with depression and BPD-like issues around distrust, paranoia of people not really liking her, our own relationship being doomed as I’d ‘inevitably’ leave her at some point, etc.

I went through an intense, similar thing growing up, but I felt like it wasn’t enough to just tell her I could relate.

All advice and feedback welcome!

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Ever wondered if

love is a conspiracy?

A sacrificial game;

hearts are its currency.

Who brings shame,

and who shows fidelity?

A race of whom to blame,

and who had spoken sincerely.

Is it a February’s warmth

mixed with tranquility,

or a tempting deal

to live the ambiguity?

It is not always fought,

nor won intriguingly

where someone could leave,

at least, with marks of fertility.

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Your voice sounds so pretty, like a melody,

Which acted in my mind and heart as a remedy.

Your words are really comfortable;

You make me feel I am lovable.

You saved me from drowning in that dark, deep sea,

And made my spirit feel free.

My life was all grim

Until you came into my life like gleam.

I was going cold and quiver,

But you helped me flow my sour tears like a river.

When I was so sad and shiver,

You are the one who became the giver.

You give me a peaceful

Love shelter to stay,

And I promise I will stay, stay forever.

I'd love to know your thoughts about this poem written by me..and THANKS for reading it!!

Your small feedback can improve my writings!!✨

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I(23M) wrote this poem about a boy(21M) who will never love me the way I love him

There is a quiet way you enter rooms,
not like a storm, but like the light of a newly started campfire
soft enough I don’t even notice at first
how you warm me up.
You cook for me like it means nothing,
like tenderness is just another habit
you picked up somewhere along the way,
and not a language my heart keeps trying to learn.
You feed me laughter,
small touches of care
that land in me like music—
I was never meant to memorize.
And I—
I tell myself I am fine.
I tell myself this is friendship.
I tell myself a thousand careful lies
that all sound like your name.
You speak of her
as if it is the most natural thing in the world,
and I nod along,
because I have learned
how to swallow pain quietly.
Still, there are moments—
small mercies, accidental or not—
where I feel chosen in a way
that rearranges my entire existence
into hope.
But hope is a cruel architect.
It builds cathedrals
out of people who were never meant to stay.
And I have lived too long
inside the echo of what-ifs,
pressing my ear to doors
that only open one way.
So I begin the work
of loosening your name from my breath,
not as an ending,
but as a slow release.
I am not over you.
That much is still true.
But I am learning
how to carry love
without letting it carry me back.
And that is what moving on looks like:
not forgetting,
not erasing,
just finally walking forward
with my hands no longer reaching
for a door that will not open.

Thank you for reading, please let me know if this strung any heartstrings and how I can improve I’m very new at this

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Wasn’t it just yesterday when you said 
that things were so grim, 
that you were blinded by the darkness, 
and you couldn’t see the path in front of you? 

Wasn’t it just yesterday when you couldn’t 
imagine the daisies at your doorstep, 
the butterflies swirling around your head, 
and the sweetness of cinnamon on your tongue? 

– A lot changes in a year.

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Define Home

If you measure out the size of my love, it will be how filled my stomach was when you fed me.

I hold my pillow and I'm almost on my bed again.

I run my tongue around my mouth and almost feel my braces again.

My love and your harm cannot let go of each other's hands

It is not my fault if I find comfort in ruin

Aren't we all supposed to miss the taste of familiarity anyway?

The silence could've eaten me alive — you know it did.

My limb was chewed off.

Not my leg, not my arm, never my stomach. I wish it was my tongue;

it was my heart

But the minute I looked in your eyes, I was ready to be served as your side dish.

Give me back the time my feet didn't reach the ground

Make me so small again that you pick me up every time you come home

Tell me I can still be loved while I grow to become an abnormality.

Take me back when all the walls stored our laughter, not screams.

Take me back when all the walls were not broken to reveal the horrors, and reeked.

Take me back when all the walls were not mirrors to show me what I will become.

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I compared myself to everyone i saw today

the more i looked down 

the more i noticed the splinters in my knees

in the afternoon i looked up and found a golem

At night i will spackle my limbs with rotted leaves and saliva

tommorrow i stand at a new height.

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I actually blew a kiss you know

When the plane took off i blew a kiss

You wouldn't catch it,

there were people around

But you swapped out your aisle seats,

trying not to spill your smile over the cabin

(missing link)

i see it in every blink

in blue and purple

Your last text from the plane

it had no spaces

I wonder if that was the last one you meant.

im only getting into poetry so dont hate but i just dont know how to flow these 2 sections together. It would be awesome if you had any ideas or concepts that you could share. Anything is appreciate. Thank youu

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I think i know love,

and I think I don't.

Maybe it isn't in the words,

or the grand gestures,

but in the eyes that find you in a crowd,

even when there is beauty everywhere.

In the smile that escapes

when you laugh like a child,

and in the eyes that don't look away

when you call yourself ugly.

Maybe love is simply this,

being seen exactly as you are,

and still being the one

their eyes look for.

Kay

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the one who won

was used to it by now

but the one who did not

cheered loud

so who did win

if the lost one felt happier

than the one who had it all?

no weight on her shoulders

she just cheered for her friend

and the one who won

didn't really win at the end.

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I seem to go unnoticed

Wherever I go

Like an old car with broken windows and a failing engine

Covered in snow

The days move slow

And i dont know

If people will stay or go

But the tranquile river will continue to flow

Just like the faint wind blows

And the shiny moon with its luminous light will say goodnight

Maybe if the world has all this light, there must be a little bit of it in me, right?

Any feedback is appreciated, one of my beginner poems

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Desire is sharpest
when it cannot be touched.
Up close, the edges dull.
I hold the thing I longed for
and my hands feel empty.

What is unclean
is not the dream,
but the way it drips into daylight,
stains the kitchen counter,
stains my name.

You don’t want what you want.
The glass breaks
before you lift it.
The taste you chased
goes bitter on your tongue.

To want is a kind of sickness,
but so is silence.
The body knows another language,
my mouth learns confession
it never meant to speak.

I almost believe
that weakness
is its own prayer,
that nothing about me
is whole tonight.

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The world goes dark

But my eyes brighten up.

With my body laying still

Every night, with a little less sleep.

Less than yesterday, more than tomorrow.

There's a roaring in my head

Of a beast, and it reeks of death.

While everyone dreams

I hear the agonising screams.

Less than yesterday, more than tomorrow.

So I spiral down my mind, deep

Loosing myself, and thoughts which are mine to keep.

I can tell the end is near

Fainter the roar but prominent the fear.

Less than yesterday, more than tomorrow.

Mighty will be the beast, when it stands infront

And I can't hide no-more from my fears which are to confront.

For now, darkness is leaving the corners of my home

And I will wake up with a little less dream and a little less hope.

Less than yesterday, more than tomorrow.

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Hi. I'm an addict and I'd just like to say

This world is fucked up, more so every day.

You see, you're an addict too

And that's just what they want.

If you're addicted they can control you

And your cousins, uncles, and aunts.

Maybe it's food that you're addicted to.

Or perhaps it's your phone that's glued to you.

For some it's drugs, TV, or money.

Others need candy sweeter than honey.

Whatever it is that you need so bad

Is the same thing they will use to make you sad.

The moment you even think about stopping,

You remember the addiction and your heart starts dropping.

"How can I live without this thing?"

You'll ask yourself as you start spiraling.

"I can't give it up, I need it too bad."

Not having it starts making you mad.

The anxiety grows and your resolve starts to waver.

You'll make an excuse, "I thought I was braver."

At this point, you've already made up your mind.

"It's too hard to fight" and you chose to stay blind.

So we give in and the cycle repeats.

With them at the top, and addicts in the streets.

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That woman lingers
Loves me loudly and in secret
She doesn’t know how to whisper
And likes to yell at strangers

I think I could kill her
With a few phrases about god or childhood
I think she’s looking for a knife
Somewhere in my kitchen
What the sharp phrases would be
The ones that would kill me

Love, you don’t need the knife
You have your hands
Your hair, your eyes
The space between your torso and mine
You have your laugh in the passenger seat
You simply have your way

What do I have?
Some drunken confessions
It’s a sharp knife
You gave it to me off the whetstone one night
Hands cracked and oily

I tried to leave it there with you
By the forge and the stone you tend alone
But you have those hands
That hair, those eyes reflecting the fire
That way of yours

Of pressing the knife against my chest, flat
Into my hands insistently
Yours is the only knife in my kitchen

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Cataclysm

In a moment, the world quakes

All that is known is engulfed in rain

You will fall, and you will break

Nothing feels the same again

But, look outward

Only you are wet

Only you are quaked

Birds still sing, yet
Your pain was hardly faked

People laugh, the sun still shines

No one but you knows

Of that cataclysm that broke the world

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hi guys i’m a teenager and this is one of my first times sharing creative writing/poetry with people, so feedback is much needed/appreciated! highly recommend listening to perfect places by lorde before reading this if you’ve never heard the song :)

young and ashamed

(On Lorde’s Perfect Places)

all of us (except maybe me) grew out:

of chubby cheeks and flavored lip gloss,

the neighborhood corner store,

nights asleep

spent dreaming of futures that are

off-piste, too big for someone

our age. we have pretty

faces, so who needs more?

“trying

to be perfect is like a leprechaun trying to

find gold,” Momma always says. but

these dreams of mine are for

perfect bylines in the New York Times, the bestsellers list – 

places to call my own.

what if i don’t ever reach my pot of gold?

the outcome to be expected, probably; but

fuck, i don’t have a plan b.

are my typed rainbows even real?

perfect isn’t, according to Momma, so how can my

places be? they’re just words no one has read.

anyways, i’m just a kid, what do i know

?

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You were the star of my eye,
A lamp of the lowest heavans,
Casting the world in brilliant hue,
Guiding those who would be lost at sea.

Now you are gone from the sky,
And the wake of your absence is,
A fearful and overwhelming tide,
That drowns me in an ocean of grief.

Without your light, I thought,
The world might fade into shades of grey…

But this was so far from the truth,
And I sink deeper each time I see,
A colour reminding me of you.

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Context: The “author” is a character I’m writing in an ongoing Lancer/Call of Cthulhu story set in the year 2105. He’s a refugee who fled to the UK during a nuclear arms conflict in his home country, but has a better grasp of the English language than a fair few native speakers. One goal of this was to write as if someone wrote a poem first in another language, and then adapted it (not necessarily directly translated) to convey the same meaning and expression in English.

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A field full of grass Yellow dandelions appear The sun shining bright yet no one else is here

Maybe this is the parts of life That my dead heart yearns to bear

Beginner poem, any feedback is appreciated!

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